The Runaway (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Preludes.I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, ...
PreludesI The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance express, ...
In his village greyAt foot of the dykes, that encompass himWith weary weaving of curves and linesToward the sea outstretching ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
GAMBRINUS. In a field of goldnen parley Goot King Gambrinus shlept, Und treamin' pout de dursty volk, Dey say he ...
THEN hastened those heroes their home to see,friendless, to find the Frisian land,houses and high burg. Hengest stillthrough the death-dyed ...
The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year. All mildness, soothing loneliness, and peace; ...
Air — "Mordella."To the hills of her youth, cloth'd in all their rich wildness,Farewell she is bidding, in all her ...
Have you love for me,Yours my love shall be, While the days of life are flowing.Short was summer's stay,Grass now ...
Brightly now the sun is shiningOn this Easter Sabbath morn:Voices heav'nward are inclining;And the sky's without a scorn.Beautiful white clouds ...
Maybe you are right ; Yet I am not wrong; : The vision of youth is the sense of might. ...
I feel my heart meltingin the mildness like candles:my veins are slow oiland not wine,and I feel my life fleeinghushed ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
TELL ME, LOVE, when I rove o'er some far distant plain, Shall I cherish the passion that dwells in my ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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